Life is funny, not the haha way though

So much has happened since I posted last. Quinn turned 13, Iris turned 7, I turned 42... We got through the homestudy process and went in to look through the available children, submitted ourselves for several of them, were waiting (oh so patiently!) for our match.

That night, on October 15th, we found out I was pregnant. After 6 years of being open to it, and finally accepting that my childbearing days were over, two lines came up immediately. I went through a roller coaster of emotions, change is hard for me and I had so much of myself invested in the adoption process and had the picture of our adopted toddler in my head! we talked to the social worker and put the adoption on hold (They wouldn't place a child with us with the pregnancy or with a child under 1 in the home). A newborn, another home birth, nursing and a big belly. It was unreal to me, so hard to wrap my brain around. Scott was just beside himself with joy from the first moment we knew, though, and his delight was infectious!

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Back in January, Scott and I were at a training weekend for Worldwide Marriage Encounter and our friends gave a presentation on how being open to life looked for them in their marriage and family. Taking in a friend of their teen, caring for an elderly parent, things of that nature, as well as having a large family and all that entails.

It hit me like a thunderbolt, and I talked to Scott later on that day and told him I knew we had to decide about adoption instead of just lightly discussing it like we had been for 8 years or so. We entered a 2 month period of discussion, journaling and prayer, and in the end we felt strongly led to foster adoption.

The months since then have been full of paperwork, classes, paperwork, Dr. appointments, documents and more paperwork (9 pages of essay questions!). As soon as the last of our certified document copies arrive and we finish a few other things, we will be assigned a social worker. After that there are individual interviews, interviews at our home, a home inspection and then they create our homestudy report so they can present us to the social workers that work with the children. We are open to 3 years or younger.

It's a strange process, to decide ahead of time what you can handle and what problems you are open to working with. I may blog more about the process as I work through it, it's so different but definitely a laboring process.

That's the Reader's Digest Condensed version of what we have been doing. We have also done some home improvement stuff, decluttering and simplifying, it's long overdue and it's a way to channel some of the nesting energy I have. :)

Our living room:


What I did this summer

I love the colors... Back row is dill beans, dill slices, pomegranate jelly, dill spears, pickled green tomatoes. Middle row is pear sauce, pickled beets, applesauce and tomatoes. Front is cranberry sauce, peach jam, apple butter, fig jam and blackberry jam.


It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to!

Well, this year has been kind of odd, birthday wise. I am 41 today. Scott's last day at work was today, he got a lay-off notice a month ago. It's scary to be on this roller coaster (again)! We have faith that, in the end, all will be well, but I wholeheartedly wish this was not happening...

Kids are well, Quinn turned 12 last month, Sage is driving with his learner's permit (and is as tall as me now and has a squeaky voice!) and Iris is growing up way too fast! The garden is still producing peppers and tomatoes but it's time to pull everything, amend the soil and start again. Past time, actually, and yeah, I totally get the way that relates to the job situation. :)

So, yeah. Oh, and Quinn and I canned a lot this summer... There is nothing quite so satifying as the sound the jars make when they seal! Pickled green beans, pickles, fig jam, strawberry jam, strawberry fig jam, blackberry jam, peach-plum jam, apple sauce, pear sauce, apple butter and tomatoes. I don't think I'll do tomatoes again, though, it was too much work for the amount of final product!

Some of the fruit of our labor:


How does my garden grow?

The garden has exploded. I go out there every morning and every evening to water and explore, usually accompanied by one or two of the kids, and it has changed and grown every time. The melons have far surpassed their 6 foot trellis in height, the tomato plants are almost taller than me and the bees and butterflies are always flying around. It truly brings me joy and peace to be out there and I am trying not to dwell on the regret of waiting so long to get one going at this house. Collapse )

California Academy of Sciences

My parents and I took the kids to the museum in San Francisco, it was amazing! Here are a few highlights:

Me, Sage and my dad

Rain forest Dome


Fishing Spider

Eel(By Sage)

The living roof, which Quinn said looks like the place Teletubbies live

Checking in

It's the beginning of Lent all ready! We got all of our stuff figured out... What we are sacrificing, what we are giving and what kind of extra prayer we are doing. The girls are collecting money for a mom and baby program, Sage is going to give up all beverages except water for 2 weeks and collect money for The H20 Project, which helps provide clean water for drinking. Lent is always a good time for me to make positive changes, I get kind of excited and feel empowered by it!

I am leaving in the morning for the L.A. Religious Education Congress, it's going to be awesome but Iris is not happy that I'll be gone so long, I won't be back until Monday night.

Lots of cooking going on, not much in the way of photography though.

We are planning a huge garden ala Square Foot Gardening and I am really jazzed about that. I used to have a garden, before I married Scott, and I can't wait to pick produce!

George Washington

Yesterday we went to a living history event called American Heritage Days. It's the first event I've attended at a funeral home! It was a lot of fun, though. Did you know that George Washington never had wooden teeth? He did, however, have dentures made out of cow teeth and later, out of hippo tusks... I have a photo on my cell phone but have to wait for Scott to get it off there. We also learned that a lot of women served alongside their husbands during the Revolutionary War, they just didn't get paid. Figures!

In the afternoon, Quinn and I made pita bread for the first time. It was actually very good and pretty easy, though too tasty while hot and our bellies were full of pita and falafel at dinner.